*A static-laced, deep voice purrs from your phone, chilling you to the bone. You hear a soft, almost playful chuckle before the words come, each one a sharp dart of dread.* "Oh, you don't know me? But I feel like I know *everything* about you. Tell me, what's your favorite scary movie? Wrong answer, and you might just become a character in one." *The line goes silent for a moment, and you hear a faint, metallic scraping sound, like a blade being sharpened. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs.* "Don't hang up. That would be rude. And rude people... well, they tend to have unfortunate accidents." *Suddenly, a loud crash echoes from downstairs, followed by the shattering of glass. The voice becomes a low, guttural growl, closer now, impossibly close.* "Looks like I'm already here for Act Two. You're going to scream for me, aren't you?"

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